The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 125

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The Youngest Son of the Jin Family of Luoyang – Chapter 186

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The morning of the next day.
The moment I opened my eyes, I rose first and washed myself.
As I glanced at the mirror, the disheveled hair displeased me greatly, yet I had to be satisfied that such a simple method could easily conceal my identity in this situation.
After donning light clothing and shifting my gaze, I noticed one or two people arriving at my quarters.
As if they had made an appointment.
Chaeseoha hummed a tune while settling onto the bed, Jang Chuchyeong sat at the table, and Namgung Yeon stood against one wall, watching me as if awaiting orders.
The appointed hour of Chen.
I looked at them and spoke.
“Then let us seek out this place called the Heavenly Demon Forging Chamber.”
“That sounds fine, Young Master, but how do we find it? We have no one to guide us.”
“There is a most convenient method, so do not worry.”
As I opened the door while noting Jang Chuchyeong’s puzzled expression, men appeared from various places as if they had been waiting.
Startled by the sudden situation, Namgung Yeon drew his sword, while Chaeseoha placed a hand over her chest, trying to calm herself.
“You… startled me.”
“…I thought my heart would stop.”
Unlike these two women, Jang Chuchyeong remained composed.
His training in the Namman Forbidden Zone had not been in vain—sensing the subtle scent and tremor in the air, he had anticipated someone’s appearance.
As I regarded him with approval, Jang Chuchyeong straightened his chest confidently and smiled.
As if to say, this much is nothing.
I found myself smiling and turning my gaze away in that moment.
A man’s voice reached my ears.
“Are you intending to leave?”
“Is that not acceptable?”
At such a question, the man shook his head.
It was none other than Muk-hwang’s permission that allowed this, and these men were his. Even if the orders displeased them, they would never refuse.
“We shall provide escort. Please bear with any inconvenience.”
“That is acceptable. Rather, could you provide guidance?”
“…Do you have a destination in mind?”
“The Heavenly Demon Forging Chamber.”
“…!”
At such words, the man regarded me with a somewhat startled expression. As if asking how I knew of that place’s existence.
Even the Martial Alliance would pay little attention to this internal organ of the Demon Sect, so his surprise was understandable.
It was a place outsiders had no need to know of.
I offered the man an answer.
“Have you not heard? This one is a disciple of the Demon King…”
“…I understand.”
The man’s brow twitched as he regarded Jang Chuchyeong.
Perhaps remembering what he had endured at the hands of the Namman people, his gaze grew distinctly cold.
Yet, as if convinced that any Namman would naturally know of the Demon Sect, he exhaled a small sigh and nodded.
“I shall guide you.”
I began to follow behind the man leading the way.
The moment we stepped outside Muk-hwang’s quarters.
I felt gazes pouring down from all directions.
Though invisible, there were those concealed in various places, watching as if surveying or spying on this location, and seeming to scrutinize our every move.
It was hardly surprising.
We were unprecedented beings from Cho Hon Jeon who had opened the gates of the Heavenly Demon Peak in less than ten days.
With such individuals ascending and immediately entering Muk-hwang’s quarters, there was no shortage of those seeking information about who we truly were.
“There are many watchful eyes.”
“It is only natural, as you are to become the new sect leader.”
At the man’s words, I found myself smirking despite myself.
What fool would surveil the quarters of an absolute being destined to become sect leader?
These gazes were unmistakably directed at us.
They must believe we are the hidden trump card Muk-hwang had been concealing.
Thus, their intention was to gather as much information as possible.
Perhaps not a few among them suspected that the openly revealed young sect leader was false, and that one of us might be the true young sect leader.
The gazes continued to follow us.
Though the man could not help but notice, seeing that he showed no concern whatsoever, I suspected this too was part of Muk-hwang’s design.
After all, if it were not so, granting us freedom to move about openly rather than keeping us hidden would make no sense.
While entertaining such thoughts and traveling for some time.
The man leaped from the massive settlement and took to the air.
We traveled far beyond the Heavenly Demon Peak.
As we ascended, gracefully navigating through rough cliffs and rocks with barely a foothold, a vast landscape and countless peaks came into view.
A grandeur as if a painting had been brought to life.
Merely beholding it was enough to awaken one to the majesty of nature.
Even Namgung Yeon, who viewed the Demon Sect negatively, seemed eager to take in this scenery, his expression one of wonder as he continuously surveyed his surroundings.
Watching this, I posed a question.
“Is the Heavenly Demon Forging Chamber located here?”
To my question, the man simply nodded without further reply and turned his gaze away.
One among countless peaks.
Yet if there was something that distinguished it from the others, it was that a pavilion had been erected there, and within it, the figures of numerous people were visible.
The closer we drew, the more peculiar sounds reached our ears.
Was someone working the bellows?
A scorching heat seemed to sear the flesh, and from within came the clanging of hammers striking metal, piercing sharply into the ears.
As if dozens of people were hammering in unison, a constant rhythm of sound echoed ceaselessly.
There was no need to ask.
This is the Heavenly Demon Forging Grounds.
Whether it’s the finest in the world, I’m not certain, but it’s a place where a blacksmith of considerable skill resides—one whom even Gu Gunbaek would vouch for.
I stepped onto that peak.
“This is indeed the Heavenly Demon Forging Grounds, but I’m uncertain whether we can achieve what you desire here.”
I nodded at those words.
The meaning eluded me, yet something peculiar seemed to exist in this place.
I looked around repeatedly, moving toward where the sound of hammering echoed.
At that moment, the man ahead of me suddenly bowed his head.
It was a gesture of respect toward someone emerging from the forging grounds.
The one walking slowly seemed to notice the man’s courtesy and asked with a somewhat displeased expression.
“Hmm? Surely you’re… one of Muk-hwang’s bodyguards?”
“I am Gu Ma-hyeop.”
“Ah, yes, that’s right—that was indeed your name. Haha, what brings you here?”
“I’m carrying out orders.”
Perhaps because of his firm tone—as if to say he was under orders and shouldn’t reveal more—the young man furrowed his brow and studied us.
After taking in each person, his gaze finally settled on me, and his lips curved upward as if he’d discovered something intriguing.
“Could it be them? The ones from Cho Hon Jeon who entered the Heavenly Demon Sect?”
“Yes.”
“Haha, I heard they were those whom Muk-hwang secretly planted there and cultivated. Is that true?”
“…”
“Since there’s no answer, I’m even more curious. Why don’t you tell me yourself? Is it true that Muk-hwang raised you?”
The man’s gaze turned arrogantly toward me as he posed his question. His eyes, expression, and demeanor all suggested he believed that when he asked a question, an answer must surely come.
A laugh escaped me without thinking.
He reminded me of the one who had recently become Emperor.
“Who are you?”
“Ha…? You don’t know me?”
“I don’t.”
“Haha, well, I suppose that’s possible since you’ve been in the Demon Realm. My father is none other than Blood Rights Jin Family. Does that answer your question now?”
At the title Blood Rights Jin Family, laughter spilled from me unbidden.
Blood Rights Jin Family Nam Tae-cheon.
Even in the Central Plains, that name is well known.
From what I’ve heard, for a long time the two of them contended for the position of Sect Master, but as time passed, he was unable to overcome the widening gap and was defeated.
The contemptuous and arrogant expression and gaze of this man seemed to reflect the inferiority complex and rage of his father, who failed to ascend to the Sect Master’s position.
Moreover, he appeared to take considerable pride in his father, who bore the title Blood Rights Jin Family.
I nodded and gave a brief response.
“Is that so?”
“Well then, tell me. Haha, is it really true?”
“If I’m to answer… it could be true, or it could be false.”
“What?”
“Think of it however you wish. Regardless of what I say, you’ll interpret it as you desire anyway.”
In an instant, the man’s expression twisted into something menacing.
Thinking that I had dared speak so presumptuously to the son of the Blood Rights Jin Family, his sharp gaze turned toward me with cutting intensity.
Even his bodyguards, watching from the side, seemed to regard it as an unbearable insult, their hands moving to their sword hilts as if they might draw at any moment.
But the man raised his hand, restraining his guards from acting.
I couldn’t say exactly what relationship he had with Muk-hwang, but judging from the fact that Muk-hwang’s guards were attached to him, he was clearly no ordinary figure.
If he wasn’t brainless, he understood that reckless action could trigger unforeseen consequences.
It seemed he possessed at least that much sense.
“You… what’s your name?”
“I have none.”
“….”
The man’s brow furrowed even deeper.
Though his eyes gleamed with murderous intent as if he might tear me to shreds on the spot, he seemed aware that he couldn’t actually raise a hand against me. Biting his lip in frustration, he turned his back.
“We’ll see. Let’s see how much longer you can look at me with those eyes.”
With those words, the man began to move hastily. The warriors following him also withdrew their gazes from me and hurried after him.
The moment everyone had left the forge, the atmosphere finally felt calmer, and I relaxed.
At the same time, I felt a gaze directed at me.
“What is it?”
“It’s just that you don’t seem troubled even after hearing the name of the Blood Rights Jin Family.”
“I understand it’s a formidable name. Wasn’t he once considered an equal to Muk-hwang?”
Gu Ma-hyeop nodded.
The oldest family of the Demon Sect, still wielding considerable influence.
Knowing that in terms of the righteous path, he would be comparable to the Sword Emperor of the Moyong Family, my confident demeanor seemed to trouble him somewhat.
I let a small smile cross my lips.
“But I heard he’s not what he used to be?”
“…I wouldn’t know such details.”
Gu Ma-hyeop seemed reluctant to answer, but I had already gathered considerable information about the Demon Sect through Na Cheonmun.
Ever since being surpassed by Muk-hwang, there were many assessments that the Blood Rights Jin Family’s power had diminished.
No matter what methods he employed or how desperately he struggled to climb higher, a mountain as insurmountable as Tianshan stood before him, blocking his path.
Whether his confidence had waned because of this, or for some other reason, I couldn’t say, but it seemed he was a man who had been pushed back rather than one who could break through the barrier before him.
And such men are prone to harboring poisonous hearts.
I smiled faintly and turned my gaze away.
I watched the figure leaving the forge with movements as graceful as a flying bird.
Observing the son of the Blood Rights Jin Family, I had come to understand something.
Within the thick demonic energy he emanated, there was a faint trace of power concealed.
Though incomplete, it was undoubtedly leaking out—it was unmistakably the power of the Tiger Horn, one of the Twelve Horns that upheld the Divine Sect.
The moment I was certain of this, a smile bloomed on my face unbidden.
With this, I could now understand Muk-hwang’s death that had occurred simultaneously with his ascension in the past.
But such a thing would be impossible to achieve now.
My desire to forge a new sword far exceeded the Blood Rights Jin Family’s greed to remove Muk-hwang and seize his position.
I withdrew my gaze and looked once more toward the forge.
Then now, it’s time to meet the master of the Forging Chamber.

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